RedPaper.in – Poetry
By: Preeti vyas | RedPaper.in
I see reflections of woods,
Everywhere in my room,
On the mirror of my closet,
On a photo frame hanging just against,
On the window pane, just opposite to the wall.
Everywhere, didn’t I tell you all?
Those are woods with dried trees,
And snow covering them underneath,
There is this hue,
Covering the sky, in its colors spreading blue.
The woods are living in a starry night,
Taking my soul away from fear, those accumulating frights.
Those branches hold me tight in my sleep,
The snow covering up all, turning me into a grounded creep.
It is way too cold but I lived through the stars,
On the tapestry which hangs on my wall.